wallet

im not one

for dirty poetry

the lines just

dont come easy

when it comes

to me 

but the way 

your skin

felt in the 

backseat 

you got me 

pulled in and 

said sorry mom 

your a gentleman

and i laughed

some 

yes i did 

look up at your

face the beads of 

sweat forming on

your forehead as i

gripped your forearm

and tried to remember

the rules i stumbled while 

trying to practice to be 

the lie i pretended to be 

when it came to you

and i saw 

your eyes 

and that smile

and i cant

feel my face 

and i blame it

on the way 

you kiss passionately

and how you

dont care

about me 

but you hold that stare

as you leave your 

backseat

still naked and my

wallet slips

from grip

wallet slips

from mind 

and im in awe

of what i see

and im in awe

of what i have

the newly discovered

ability to be 

as i cheat 

because im dirty

and i fall

because im clumsy 

and i know

you feel something

in that heartbreakers

heart of yours 

that keeps me coming

and keeps you answering

when it comes to me

and you come for me 

in your own back seat